I think of you and I ache for the home I didn’t have
You and I, we don’t know one another.

But I find solace in the thought of you
And in the misery of this drifting, this endless maybe, you anchor me. Continue reading



It seems like we’re all unhappy at once
Each in our own little lives.
selfishly, I realise
that my chaos is just one of a variety.

If not actually together,
we share this experience of despair.

This makes it easier to forgive you
all of you
And to forgive me.
I am relieved.
For a moment I think I know compassion. Continue reading

On being ready

Doing things has never been my forte.

Take this blog, for instance – I made it four years ago, but only started posting a few weeks ago!

As a perfectionist of the ‘crippled-by-what-ifs’ variety, I rarely attempt anything new voluntarily, unless I have some small guarantee that I will actually be able to do it. Reasonably well. On the first attempt. As you may have guessed, this precludes a great many new experiences!

This being said, I am heading overseas in April. By myself. Continue reading